Where the lion's skin will not reach, you must patch it out with the fox's.
Later that morning
Doesn't want to talk to anyone, including a lawyer. Just wants you, Jess,” said Eriq, who had awakened her at 11 A.M., allowing her two and a half hours' sleep. They'd come down to the interrogation room together.
“ I know my rights!” shouted Daryl Cahil into the oneway mirror from inside the interrogation room, where he paced like a caged animal. “You can't do this to me. I'm not the Skull guy! Get me Dr. Coran. I want to talk to Coran. Get me Coran.”
“ So, he's not exactly confessing?” asked Jessica, standing on the other side of the mirror as two FBI interrogators were fast becoming frustrated with Cahil and getting nowhere.
“ Goes back and forth. One moment he's confessing, the other he's denying. But he doesn't know enough details about the crimes, the MO,” explained Eriq. “At least that's the game he's playing.”
The intercom picked him up loud and clear now. “Don't listen to this idiot or his crotchety bitch, Cessie. She lied to you about me. I'm clean. Been cured of all that sickness that once drove me.”
“ Sounds like another voice,” said Dr. Albert Coulongua, an African-born FBI criminal psychiatrist who'd been called down by Eriq to study the suspect's reactions. “He's manifesting different personalities, I'm afraid, and I don't know which one you ought to be interrogating.”
“ Maybe it would be helpful if you were in there with us, Dr. Coulongua,” suggested Eriq. “Kinda as a… a…”
“ Referee?”
“ Translator.”
“ Problem is, one of his manifestations has really objected to my being on hand.”
“ Then stay close for consult if we need it, all right?”
“ Absolutely.”
Jessica studied the man through the mirror. The rattle of chains came so loudly through the intercom that it pierced her ears painfully. Cahil's hands and feet struggled with the shackles. His body appeared a sad, awkward, gaunt skeletal shell. Suffering from malnourishment, he seemed a man almost without shadow. In fact, Jessica found herself having to search for his shadow as he made his way back to a chair and sat dejected at the interrogation table.
Eriq pulled the interrogation team, leaving Daryl alone for the moment.
Cahil's head appeared out of sync with the rest of his body. His head dwarfed his shoulders, threatened to pull from its moorings and roll from his bony frame at any given moment. His forehead creased with veins that looked ready to explode. Emaciated and pale, he appeared too frail to overpower anyone, much less a string of victims in a matter of six weeks. His intense green eyes, massive forehead and balding scalp dominated his appearance, making him look like a mad scientist escaped from a bad science-fiction film. Mulling over his obvious physical limitations, Jessica imagined that prison life for his foul cemetery acts had taken its toll. She also had trouble squaring his height and weight with that of the shadowy figure who'd left such deep impressions in the Georgia soil at the death scene there.
She looked at Dr. Coulongua. “Any suggestions?”
“ I think your plan to use the Rheil tissue you recovered is good. Shock him… shake him up. His other selves are a bit too onstage and outraged right now. Knock them off and who knows? The real Daryl may appear. Then work on gaining his trust.”
Jessica was unhappy about all the multiple-personality talk. “We don't want to set him up for another stint in a hospital, Eriq. We want the real man to stand trial for the real crimes he's committed.”
“ As does Daryl, or so he has been saying,” said Coulongua.
“ Blame it on someone else who possesses him. Nice dodge,” said Jessica.
“ Play back the tape from where I had you dub it, Agent Hanson,” countered Coulongua. Hanson had been called in to guard the prisoner.
On the videotape, Jessica and Eriq heard a confession. “I'm responsible for those four murders. I did it, and I should be punished to the fullest extent of the law.”
On the videotape, Jessica and Eriq saw that it was Cahil, but he had transformed into another person altogether. Every nuance, every inflection and intonation different, yet all emanating from one man.
“ So… if we already have Cahil's confession…”said Jessica.
“ That confession is from the personality isolated as the star of his own show. He is strong, dominating, but he refers to himself as 'Keyhoe' and he really only seems to want the notoriety of being the Skull-digger, taking responsibility for the killings for the spotlight of it all. His core personality is extremely fragmented, but only the real Daryl seems to know right from wrong in a legal sense.”
“ So he wants to confess, but not really?”
“ Other sides of him won't allow it.”
“ Thank you, Dr. Coulongua.”
Eriq squinted and nodded. “And if we can say that the confessor is the dominant, true personality-the real Cahil- then that's going to help our case, right?”
“ We've got to be doubly careful now, Eriq, to verify everything he cops to,” cautioned Jessica. “He's got to have prior knowledge of the cross found in the victims' skulls, and whose DNA is inside this vial.” She held up the brain tissue sample that had been returned to her by Jere, who'd taken enough for the DNA analysis. Seeing the item for the first time, Dr. Coulongua's black face took on an ashen hue.
On entering the interrogation room, Jessica found Cahil's stare unnerving. He eyed her suspiciously and studied her silently-now and then a glow of amazement lit up his face. She imagined these strange, dark, penetrating eyes pinning his victims.
“ You came… you finally came, Dr. Coran. All the way here just to talk to me? I didn't think you would. Will you tell these idiots they've got the wrong man?”
“ I can only determine that after we've had a chance to chat, Mr. Cahil.”
After several hours of what began to feel like useless interrogation of a lunatic talking in circles as frustrating as any professor of philosophy Jessica had ever had the misfortune of meeting, Jessica displayed the vial bursting full with the brain tissue. “Familiar, Mr. Cahil? We found this in your freezer in Morristown.”
His eyes widened and his skin shivered like a ripple of fear manifesting itself along every inch of his epidermis. “I knew I should've eaten it. But Keyhoe wanted to keep it for this day.”
Eriq and Jessica exchanged a look. “Why didn't you consume it?” asked Eriq.
“ Like I said: Keyhoe. He hurts me if I don't do what he says.”
“ Keyhoe wanted it for a special occasion like this, huh?” asked Jessica. “Well, Daryl, would you care to tell us who it belonged to at one time?”
“ I don't know. I really don't. Do you?”
Jessica, determined to corner the elusive Cahil, lied now. “DNA tests tell us it belonged to the Gleason woman, Anna Gleason, killed in Richmond.”
“ I'm no fool. It takes weeks, months sometimes, to get DNA test results back.”
“ Preliminary reports are back, and my lab people've hazarded a guess as to how long this beauty has been on ice. The time frame puts it close to the Gleason slaying. Now, do you want to dispute that?”
“ He sent it to me. The Seeker killed her and sent it to me. I've never lied about that. Defied Keyhoe when I put the fact on my website.”
“ The Seeker? And who is that? One of your multiples?” asked Eriq.
“ The Seeker isn't me; I am not the Seeker. He did this, not me.”
“ Someone else, somebody outside your head sent it to you?” Eriq pressed. “Do you expect us to believe that, Daryl?” “No. I mean yes, a guy who contacts me on the Web, calls himself the Seeker.”
“ It's always somebody else's doing, isn't it, Cahil?” Eriq shouted.
